Back in 1985 or so on a flight from Fairbanks to Seattle we passed over Anchorage on a clear day with the sun lighting up the mountains behind the city and that was postcard picture worthy. Then we passed over Valdez and a little farther on we passed over about 15 of those oil tankers waiting for their turn at the spigot. Everybody on the plane went to the port side to get a look and the pilot had to lean on the control stick to restore balance.
A clear day over Valdez would be a sight to remember. Many people in my old office got to turn around and fly back since it wasn’t clear enough to land, all too often.
I was fortunate enough to fly in once on a clear day. It is a beautiful view.